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In so many ways, I'm glad I was a kid in the 60's when a bike was your first taste of freedom to explore the world by yourself or with a pile of friends. We rode to school, to our friends' houses, to other neighbourhoods, downtown to the public pool and the park with picnic lunches.We did it without helmets, without adult supervision but with a complete sense of self and the confidence that we knew the "rules".

I had a gold Stingray which I received for my 8th birthday in 1968. My mom still had it in her garage until a few years ago. She sold it to a wide-eyed kid. It's good to know that bike lived on to fulfill another kid's penchant for exploring their world.